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What you provided, I believe, was a cabal.

-[gunfire] -Ah!

[tyres screeching]

Sawsan! Sawsan!

I could knock on doors and ask questions that you never could. Never.

Do you know him?

I do not.

[Megan] And this is Temple's trailer.

[theme music]

[soldier] Let's go!

[plane engines roaring]

[radio chatter]

[soldier] Go, go, go, go!

US Army! Hands up!

[soldiers shouting]

[Parodi] US Army. Remain calm!

We know this is the house of Sanaa Hussain!

She will make herself known!

Fucking now!

[gun cocks]

[Sawsan] Why can't you help my brother?

Your son. Why upsetting Mama who's sick?

Sawsan, you should have left for school.

You will be late.

Are you afraid, Baba?

Afraid to fight for your son?

[translator] Sir, this house is in mourning.

-She's saying her daughter just died. -Sanaa?

-Yes. -Then ask her how she died.

I would like you to confirm that they're mourning Sanaa Hussain and ask how she died.

Say it.

Picture, the photograph.

This your daughter, right?

May I take a look?

This is your daughter Sanaa, yes?

Yea.

And that I know is Zahra Boustani.

Who's this girl here?

She doesn't know.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Give them money to repair the door. Let's go.

[banging]

[gun cocking]

[tense music]

Fuck!

Khafaji.

Can I join you?

You're looking good, inspector. Very...official.

Baghdad's feeling safer already.

You have anything to tell me?

-About Fadhil Al-Bakr? -Yes.

Business card belongs to the mercenaries, as you can see.

The address written is the house where Fadhil was killed.

Fadhil Al-Bakr himself was not an insurgent.

He was a criminal who had links to Hamilton Baker.

And, I believe, to Frank Temple.

It's Temple's house.

He should in interrogated, questioned.

Fact.

Temple did not kill Kibbert.

But he was responsible, I believe.

Why bring Kibbert to a Coalition safehouse?

Why hide him inside the house?

Why not hang him on a lamppost for the world to see.

It was a warning.

A warning to Temple.

Who has arrived and is walking this way.

Frank.

Your man here is spending the day with me.

Inspector Khafaji has work to do.

-For me, yes. -No, at his desk.

He's my employee, he works for my department.

And here I am believing we're all on the same team.

He's with me. I need him.

Find yourself another secretary. I'll see you outside in 47 minutes.

You can lose the uniform.

I said nothing. I did nothing.

He joined me.

You will continue to say nothing and do nothing,

apart from the work given to you by my department. Understood?

Not quite.

Do not push it.

I'm not in the mood. You work for me.

If I refuse Captain Parodi, what will happen to me, to my daughter?

You work for me!

What were you talking about?

Fadhil Al-Bakr.

The Iraqi man found dead in your safehouse.

The captain wants to find out who he was,

what he did to survive before and after the invasion.

Liberation.

Show a little gratitude.

He was a criminal involved in slavery and prostitution.

I've lost a key...

to my trailer. Have you seen it at all?

No.

It was in my jacket pocket.

It's always in my jacket pocket. I take my jacket off in the office.

That's it.

Do you have another key?

I believe it was stolen, not lost.

Have you checked the inside...

Stolen from my office. Who would have the guts to do that?

I don't know.

This land, Iraq. Baghdad.

It corrupts.

You will tell Captain Parodi that you cannot assist him with his investigation.

You will tell him your purpose is higher.

Sir, I believe it would be better coming from you...

In short, you'll tell him to fuck off, inspector.

Remember what the stakes are.

You do not leave your desk, not today, not even to take a piss.

Do I make myself understood?

Perfectly, sir.

May I ask,

why'd you believe the key to your trailer was stolen?

Was something taken?

Something of value?

I would report it, sir.

Crimes within the Green Zone should not be tolerated.

Miss Ford. You'll inform the hospital manager

that our agreement with Inspector Khafaji no longer stands.

His contract is terminated and with it all medical privileges for his daughter.

Sir, he'll be here. I'm sure.

She's only just began dialysis.

Also draft a letter advising the military police

the likelihood of the inspector's involvement with war crimes.

War crimes?

Information which has only recently come to light.

-Is that true? -Just said it, did I not?

Yeah, but he's been doing good work.

You chose him personally.

Was there no background checks?

Draft the fucking letter, Miss Ford.

Some privacy, please.

Wait outside.

My money's gone.

-What? -My money. My dollars.

My fucking future is gone.

Stolen from my trailer.

Did I not tell ya, leave it with me in the safe?

Who coulda done that?

We're going to this address. That street.

The person who lives there could have done that.

-No, that's no good. -We go in, we get out.

It's no good, Frank, there are guns on every building.

-I want my money. I want control. -I'd like to avoid a firefight

-with toy soldiers and insurgents. -Every fucking cent I earned.

My time here could not have been for nothing.

How much?

All of it.

How much for me and my boys?

Risking our lives getting you there?

Don't be a twat.

20% of all future earnings.

You are being a twat.

For that you get control.

You get the girl, Zahra, dead on a plate.

Jesus, Frank, don't look so surprised.

We cannot allow her to say one word. You know that.

I say we execute the bitch.

[heavy sigh]

[Parodi] What I'm interested in are names.

Names of the women who attended these gatherings.

Women like Zahra, Laura.

English names are fine. I can cross-reference.

Cross-reference?

Zahra is Laura.

Candy is, was, Sanaa Hussain. She's now dead.

-She died how? -I don't know and at this moment I don't care.

All I care about is finding the other members of the cell.

There's a third girl.

At least.

Pretty certain of that.

[phone rings]

Sir, phone call from base.

Sir, it's Megan Ford.

[rock music playing]

[translator] Mr Temple is here quite often.

So, maybe he was.

[Parodi] You were pushing your own agenda, inspector.

[Muhsin] I asked about the names of the young women.

[Parodi] Drew a blank.

Two things.

First, I accept that Fadhil Al-Bakr is not an insurgent.

But there's others still out there.

Second, you're now my prisoner.

-You are serious? -It's got to be done.

Your past has caught up with you.

-Hands behind your back, please. -My past?

Your past, your history.

[sighs]

Is there not one person in the entire United States of America

who understands my country?

Who has a fucking clue what they are doing in my country?

That would be a no.

Thank you.

[tense music]

Wait, wait, wait.

[boy] Ibrahim! Ibrahim!

[men shouting]

We don't want any trouble. We...

We're here for one man. One man only.

Muhsin al-Khafaji.

We're peaceful. Peaceful. Salam.

There. There.

[angry shouting]

We're here for Inspector Muhsin al-Khafaji. No one else.

He lives here, right?

He's moved it on.

But to where?

[glass smashing]

Do nothing! Do not fire!

Till we know what the fuck's going on.

Why do you want the man that live here, Khafaji?

He's taken something that does not belong to him.

Bastard.

Amjad.

[distant gunfire]

I should never have asked you to go into the Green Zone.

I'm sorry.

You asked us to watch and listen.

That is all.

To gather information.

Everything else we did was our own choice.

How is Zahra?

-Do you know? -No.

I have asked indirectly but they will not say.

We have seen enough misjudgement, Sawsan.

It was a reckless thing to do to fire the gun as you did.

I'm only sorry that I missed.

You find your voice...

They are not listening!

And they never will.

Did they listen to you?

Did they read your letters? No, they did not.

Recklessness is not the answer.

Is it reckless to want to see the guilty punished?

-And who are the guilty? -Temple.

Temple for one is guilty. Frank Temple.

He claims to be building a new Iraq

when all he does is destroy.

Sanaa was as gentle as she was beautiful.

She trusted them to keep her safe.

To respect her.

They did not.

Then that is what we must say to the world.

We leave and we speak out.

Sawsan, you have seen their new laws. You know they cannot work.

The struggle is only just beginning and it will be long.

But we must choose our ground carefully.

The world does not care.

Then you make them care! You!

You have a choice to make.

Yes, you have a choice.

To present yourself as the intelligent

and vital Iraqi woman that you are.

A woman with knowledge.

A woman who can speak precisely

of the atrocities of this war and occupation.

Or you can return to Amjad and his soldiers.

And be looked down upon.

And, in all probability, you will die.

Hear me, please.

Come back with me now.

I could not bear to lose you, too.

[rumbling]

[door rattling]

Close the door behind me, I'll be fine.

We'll be fine.

My money.

I know you have it and I want it back. Where is it?

What money?

I can argue for you or against you.

I can keep your daughter in hospital.

Or I can have her thrown out on the street.

Mr Temple, I have no idea what you're talking about.

If you have misplaced a sum of money,

I suggest you report it to the Military Police.

I believe Captain Parodi to be a reliable man.

You think he's gonna save you?

Save Mrouj?

I know where you live.

I've been there.

I found this.

Yours, I believe?

Not the past, the girl.

Nice-looking girl.

Nice tits, I seem to remember.

How did you earn your money, Mr Temple?

How many houses have you acquired with Coalition money?

How many women did Fadhil Al-Bakr supply?

I assume the houses are protected by the mercenaries, yes?

-Shut your mouth. -Men far away from home

and close to danger will gladly pay for a woman.

It is what conquering soldiers do. Fuck.

Rape. And you are the facilitator.

What do you think liberty and freedom looks like?

It's not a land of milk and honey and dancing horses.

It's a land of business, of market forces.

-Supply and demand. -And abuse of power.

You know what? Have fun in Abu Ghraib.

How much money have you lost?

Tens of thousands, I would guess.

Money earned on the back of women all gone.

You will give me back my money

or, I swear to God, you and your daughter will suffer.

Oh, the interpreters at the sports bar?

Er, decoration, I'm guessing? Publicity maybe?

There to be seen but not touched

until one of them was taken.

[clapping] Good fucking work, inspector!

Well done! Congratulations!

Final and last opportunity, my money.

I'm wearing a wire.

They've been listening to every word you say.

I must have taken it off already. My mistake.

Welcome to Iraq.

[scoffs]

Yeah.

Uhh!

[spluttering]

[loud banging]

[Muhsin groaning]

[woman] Muhsin.

We are to blame for this.

-We are not to blame. -We are to blame!

We are to blame because we allow it!

And now it's gonna cost us Tareq, our son.

[Douglas] Really isn't necessary, you know.

Feel like kind of a fraud here.

Assure you I can walk.

You stay in the chair. Your notes say dizzy and lightheaded.

I'll check where we're putting you.

[machines bleeping]

Hello there.

-Sorry for the wait. -No problem, sweetheart.

Mrouj, this is Captain Parodi.

Hey.

Is it my father?

Where is he?

He's been arrested, Mrouj.

May I call you Mrouj?

Arrested but not yet charged.

Understand?

Uhh.

-I... I would like to see him. -Not possible.

Not just yet.

I need your help, Mrouj, to maybe save the life

of a young woman down the hall there, Zahra.

I think your father would approve, don't you?

He has been arrested for what?

Can't say. Sorry.

I want to see him.

You can help him by helping me, Mrouj.

And you can help Zahra.

It's your call, your decision.

No threats, no arm twisting. Your decision.

But you need to make it right now.

[door opening]

[door closes]

Zahra.

My name is John Parodi and I'd like you to co-operate with me.

In return...

[over wire] I can try and help you.

Help save you from a whole lot of pain at the end of which

you will have given up everything you know.

Two men of Western origin have been killed.

Murdered. Right here on my doorstep.

I'm under a lot of pressure to do something about it.

But, erm,

there's something pretty rotten going on here.

Something these men knew about.

Something you know about?

You have a friend, I'm told,

who was taken from the Al-Rasheed hotel and attacked, am I right?

And you have a second friend who was there, too, I think.

I'd like names. Both Western and Iraqi.

The only thing I'm interested in is justice. Believe me.

I want you to give up your friends' names.

Where and when the attack took place.

And the names of the Western men involved.

I'm offering a way forward here.

A way out.

The least worst option.

I'll wait outside.

[door closes]

Zahra.

Sisters.

I brought you some disgusting sweet tea.

The way you guys seem to like it.

Thank you.

Where is my daughter?

Which one?

Mrouj is safe. Still at the hospital.

Sawsan. I have no idea.

Tell me something good.

Tell me something you've been keeping from me.

I want you to reassure me, inspector.

-About what? -That you actually give a fuck about my investigation.

About the attack on Coalition personnel.

About three girls. Candy,

Laura and Suzy.

AKA Sawsan al-Khafaji.

All three stopped showing up to work on the same day.

They are girls. Just that.

Kibbert was a fucking accountant, just that. He was tortured and executed.

All of this begins with Temple and his safehouse.

-More likely houses! -Secondary.

Begins with the rape of an innocent young woman,

who could not live with the shame.

Why is that secondary? Why is that not a crime?

Because no one will come forward and say it actually happened.

Because the liberation

is no longer a liberation.

All you can see is insurgents.

Because they behave like insurgents.

What happened to your face?

Temple.

Really?

He's panicking.

Can I see Mrouj?

You cannot.

She's fine.

Until I say otherwise.

Tell me something good.

I will bring you Sawsan.

She has done nothing wrong.

I know her, she is my daughter,

but I will bring her to you.

Only to you.

And maybe she will stand up

and say what actually happened.

Where is she?

I will find her.

-You don't know. -I will find her.

Then Mrouj can't leave until you do.

-Don't wanna give up on you. -[bangs on door]

I will find her.

Let him out. He's free to go.

[crickets chirping]

Sawsan!

[machine bleeping]

[insidious music]

[theme music]